The Tubeinator

I've come to thinking of the black-and-white gerbil as the Tubeinator. He really loves to gnaw on just about everything. The other likes to hide. But I'm not naming the Tubeinator the Tubeinator. That's not a name!

The preacher was fine, there was no mention of the accident. Probably someone tried to go through the turn-only lane and try to merge into the proper lane, and hit someone minding their own buisness.

The Geneva stage is pretty spacious, but not as huge as our director gave us the impression it was. Knowing where stuff is in relation to each other is really going to help out at rehearsal. I have some trouble with my lines, but I'm not really concerned yet. We've got weeks and weeks till we open. And when we do, I'm gonna get $25 bucks a show. That's $150 bucks a weekend, not including the "hat". Generous tips and donations from our spectators.

There are bugs everywhere at Geneva. We also pretty much have to costume ourselves. It's going to be hot and scratchy and humid with the sun in my eyes. But it's Shakespeare! We had our fights choreographed by a really experienced fight director. I'm learning so much I swear my ears will be twice as big once I'm done with this show. The fight is really fun, but I keep dying... why am I always the one who dies...

I've gotten a Spanish learning CD out from the library. I'm determined that if I'm gonna take Spanish, I might as well do a good job. That involves starting to study months in advance. Oh, no, I'm not crazy!